Splish Splash I was Taking a Bath

The past few weeks had been the closest Alastor had ever waltzed with death. The abyssal brute had been in numerous fights to the death, been wounded grievously, poisoned, abandoned, starving and alone, almost drowned, yet none of it came close to the ooze infection. Fearing more for his daughter, who had almost become entirely encased in mushrooms, Alastor had waited for the sickness to claim him. He kept the poison close to him during their final days of illness, certain he would have to use it soon. But then, a miracle happened, and both he and Avacyn started to improve. Over the course of a few days, he became significantly less mucky until the ooze seeping from him had stopped entirely and the voices of the damned had faded into nothing. Avacyn had likewise begun to have the mushrooms fall from her body as they crumbled and decayed.

Once he had plucked the last one off of her without any pain and he hadn't sniffled or spat out any glowing goop in a day, Irilyth came to check on them and pronounced them healed. Of course, she recommended a regiment of immune boosters to keep them both on the mend, but the important part was that they had survived—more importantly, his daughter had survived. Alastor returned home with his trademark grin and a very bouncy Avacyn who was immediately set upon by her twin brother. Alastor greeted his relieved wife, and once they had put the children down for a nap, he was forcibly dragged down to the lake by his beloved mate who held his bushy tail between her jaws so he couldn't slip away.

"You know, I am capable of walking on my own," he said with an extra dose of sarcasm while he stumbled after Manea, trying not to lose his balance while she led him down to get a bath. He was still covered in some dried remains of the ooze, all of which no longer glowed, so he could understand why she wanted him to get cleaned off—but still, give him some dignity! At Manea's instructions, Alastor gave a dramatic sigh and rolled his obsidian eyes, setting the glittering bath bomb he'd obtained from Penumbra on the shore next to the soaps and oils Manea had brought down to bathe him with.

Turning a sly smirk to his wife whom he'd equally been hungering for in his maddened quarantine, he asked, "Giving me a bath, my queen? Make sure you rub extra slow over the sensitive areas." Chuckling to himself, Alastor stepped into the cool water of the lake, letting it rise up to his belly before he sat down and let his fur soak. He then fixed Manea with expectant eyes and blinked in mock innocence, waiting for her to start her treatment of him. Being apart from her for weeks had left Alastor lusting for his goddess of a wife and he was eagerly awaiting their chance to make up for lost time and celebrate his return to life. But first, he had to endure... a bath.

"Alastor Mendacium"